Psalms 127

1 A Song of the going up. Of Solomon. If the Lord is not helping the builders, then the building of a house is to no purpose: if the Lord does not keep the town, the watchman keeps his watch for nothing.

Y Cantan Quinajulo; iyon Salomon. YANGUIN ti si Jeova y jumatsa y guima, taebale y finatinasñija y manmachocho: yanguin ti si Jeova y umadaje y siuda, y guatdia magmamataja lao taebale.

2 It is of no use for you to get up early, and to go late to your rest, with the bread of sorrow for your food; for the Lord gives to his loved ones in sleep.

Taebale y uncajulo taftaf, ya undescansa atrasao, ya uncano y pan pinite: sa jananaeja ni y güinaeyaña y mamaego.

3 See, sons are a heritage from the Lord; the fruit of the body is his reward.

Estagüe, y famaguon erensian Jeova: ya yi tinegcha y tiyan, apasiña.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a man of war, are the children of the young.

Jaftaemanoja y flecha gui canae y matatnga na taotao; taegüijeja locue y famaguon y manpatgon.

5 Happy is the man who has a good store of them; he will not be put to shame, but his cause will be supported by them against his haters.

Magof y taotao yanguin bula y questat y flechaña nu sija: ti ufanmamajlao, lao ufanguentos yan y enemigo sija gui trangca.